Clusters of horse shadows passed quickly, and the Agri musketeers crouching in the woods tightened their lips, some of them muttering to themselves in nervousness, others with crosses on their chests.

The hunters were quickly flashing sideways from the positions of the musketeers at the edge of the woods, and by this time they could already see the heavy cavalry chasing after them with the sound of rumbling hooves.

Although they did not have the suffocating horror of the French cavalry, the musketeers were nervous to the point of collapse when they saw the shining armor appear before them.

It was the first time they had really faced a powerful cavalry, and the first time they had fought the enemy in an unprotected field, and just thinking about the fact that there was a convoy of barricades as a cover on Mount Bruini, and now that they could only hide in the woods against the incoming enemy heavy cavalry, many of the Agri were so nervous that they could not control themselves.

Although they were wearing armor, the cavalry chasing behind them was also very fast, and they followed the huntsmen diagonally along the hillside, although they also noticed the movement of the woods, but the huntsmen fleeing along the edge of the woods in front were undoubtedly their biggest target.

And the knights who are the captain also know that even if they want to recapture the artillery on the top of the mountain as soon as possible, it is very annoying if there is always a cavalry by the side to interfere, and their role is to drive away those annoying enemy cavalry for the infantry queue that is climbing the mountain to seize the hillside.

"Rush up, don't let them run!" There was a muffled shout from the captain's mask, of course he knew that the people behind his voice couldn't hear it, but seeing that those cunning light cavalry were in front, he couldn't help but urge.

Coming, getting closer, Agri's muskets were raised, and under the barrels of several of them, which were noticeably thicker than the others, were set up with wooden supports.

Alexander stood straight in a small clearing in the woods, beside him Paul Busako staring at the enemy who was trying to rush diagonally from the edge of the woods to continue the pursuit of the huntsmen, and then he heard Alexander give a brief command: "Fire!" ”

Paul Busako immediately raised a horn clenched in his hand, and with a sharp trumpet, a deafening roar erupted from the edge of the slightly dark woods!

Rows of black dots shot out of the woods at a speed invisible to the human eye, and flakes of smoke formed an undulating smoke ribbon along the edge of the trees, and in the roar of muskets, the whistling of projectiles piercing the air raged in front of the trees, and with this oncoming roar was the neighing of the struck horses and the terrified howls of the fallen cavalrymen who had just rushed past the edge of the woods.

It was impossible to imagine that there would be so many coalition cavalry with muskets fired at the same time, and they were mercilessly hit by the first round of fire from the side, although there were not many who were directly hit, but this sudden attack still made them confused.

The captain felt as if his armor had been hit by something, and although his body shook on his horse, he still sat down quickly, but then with a piercing whistle, he felt as if he had been punched head-on, and the huge impact on his forehead made his head tilt back, and the pain and dizziness made him completely lose his instincts for a while.

When he finally sat down, a hot current was flowing down his forehead, and his mouth was smelling salty, and the captain couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the helmet on his forehead, although he was wearing a gauntlet, he was still stunned to feel the faint dent on the helmet.

The captain didn't know that his face had changed under his mask, but then he raised his spear, although he knew that rushing into the woods was not a good option, but the sudden attack completely angered him, and the enemy's sharp fire also made him worry that the infantry behind him would not be able to win, in this case, let him use the iron hooves of his war horse to open a way first.

The captain wielded his rifle with all his might, and although his team suffered unexpected blows, years of training and bravery had made him believe that his men would not be so easily defeated.

Sure enough, after a brief moment of panic, the heavy cavalry began to turn their horses as they saw the flag on the captain's spear, and they faced the woods, their eyes blazing with anger, and they were more angry than contempt for these enemies who would only sneak up on the corners, and even the clumsy civilian infantry seemed much more noble than these timid and despicable enemies like rats.

"Rush in and crush them to smithereens!" The captain gave the order, and then, after shouting the battle call of his family's "Iron Hammer", he was the first to take the lead and rush into the woods.

The woods were so close that it only took a negligible dash to be close at hand, and the captain had seen the frightened looks on the faces of several of the enemies who looked to be entirely country peasants, and though they were still holding their muskets, the shot they had just fired had given them no chance of a second shot.

Although the enemy's gun was in front of him, the previous experience of resisting several projectiles in a row gave the captain great confidence in the armor on his body, which was the treasure left to him by his ancestors, and it was also his family honor.

"Hammer!"

The captain shouted his proud battle horn again, his horse's hooves treading the ground, his spear pointing forward, and with just one more breath of sprint, he could charge into the midst of the enemy already in confusion from panic!

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye behind the Captain's mask, he noticed something that was almost right in front of him, pointing at him, and then before he could see what it was, a terrifying black shadow had erupted from the huge black muzzle!

The captain felt that he had been hit by something, or simply that he had been hit, and the momentum from his chest at the moment of being hit knocked his body directly backwards, but the force of the war horse's forward rush did not stop, so he felt that the bottom of his body suddenly became empty, and then the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

The captain gasped heavily, he felt that his chest was very stuffy and out of breath, and he wanted to speak loudly but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, so that he couldn't make a sound at all, and what was even more terrifying was that the body that had been hit hard did not feel the pain it deserved, but a burst of indescribable coldness made his consciousness cloudy.

"I'm going to die, but I haven't repented yet......"

The captain's mind suddenly cleared before he completely lost consciousness, and he miraculously struggled to sit up, but the armor on his body made him unable to move at all, so he wanted to make a cross on his chest, but his paralyzed arm only slightly raised up and fell weakly, and then the sound of fighting that he could faintly hear in his ears gradually disappeared, and the eyes under the eyes gradually became dull, until he completely lost his lustre.

The captain's death didn't stop the fighting, the gunfire continued to ring, and the battle continued.

When the first wave of firing was over, Alexander took the lead in retreating.

Let the musketeers of this era face off against the heavy cavalry, or a group of recruits who have never really fought against such a strong enemy, Alexander never thought that he had such a great ability.

Even for the hand-picked hunters, he didn't expect them to actually stop the infantry who were already rushing up the hill.

So at the same time that the first round of firing was over, and the heavy muskets, which had long been arranged in the second row, were rushing into the woods, but had to slow down because of the terrain, to deliver the fatal blow, the Agri musketeers had already retreated with Alexander into the woods.

However, despite the hasty retreat, Alexander felt that there was still time to do something else.

So when the allied cavalry bypassed the obstacles in front of them and finally rushed into the woods, someone suddenly saw that the smoke was drifting forward on the ground, and there were still a little sparks in those smokes, and when they looked forward along the black-looking powder on the ground, they immediately saw several carriages crowded together filled with large wooden barrels, and the faces of some cavalrymen who reacted quickly changed instantly!

Even after retreating to the other side of Mount Appio, the loud explosion accompanied by the shaking of the ground still made the horses that were running uncomfortably neigh, and the faint wave of air behind him made Alexander look back, and then he saw the billowing smoke rising from the top of Mount Appio.

A large area in the middle of the woods had been blown straight into the sky, and the vague understanding of the power of gunpowder in this era made people not really realize its terribleness, and the destruction caused by the explosion of the carts loaded with gunpowder not only blew the bones of several heavy cavalry who had just rushed into the woods in an instant, but also blasted the nearby trees into the sky.

Scattered branches and splinters swept through the forest like a terrifying storm, and several trunks that had been blown off the middle were first blown upwards and then fell in all directions with the whirring of the canopy branches.

The whole forest was in chaos, and in the smoke that filled the surroundings, there were scattered gravel and broken branches everywhere, and screams everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a neighing, and a horse with half of the broken log on it rushed out of the smoke with a startled roar, and it neighed in terror and ran wildly through the chaotic woods until it ran out of the woods and down the hillside.

When it finally stopped, the horse looked at the group that had already run far away, and let out a melancholy chirp.

Pagasus, who was running, seemed to hear something, and its beautiful erect ears suddenly twitched a few times, and the speed of its running slowed slightly.

With a "snap", Pagasus received a whip on his otherwise beautiful and smooth horse, which completely shattered the dream that he had just been in a trance, and in the sound of resentment, Pagasus had to continue to run forward.

It's just that it doesn't know that even if it becomes well-behaved, what awaits it in the future will be a terrible knife that will make it completely honest from now on.

The battle on Mount Appio was short-lived, and even seemed insignificant.

But when the shells landed in the open space between the two armies, the whole battlefield seemed to come to a halt for a moment, and everything had to come to a standstill.

Although this stagnation is so short-lived, even many people scattered on the battlefield are not aware of it, but just like a clock that has been unexpectedly disturbed, the sudden shutdown makes this precision machinery seem undamaged, but those originally tightly knit gears and belts have appeared imperceptibly, but there are real gaps and dislocations, with this small change, this original precision machine can no longer recover the previous accuracy.

The knights of the Sharon restrain their irascible mounts, warriors who have fought countless battles, and their mounts are only less irritable when they hear the horn of their way.

But now everything seems to have "stopped".

Nor can it be said to be a stop, the French are still advancing towards their enemy, and the coalition forces in the distance are still trying to completely cut off the last retreat of the French to the city of Rome.

But there is always something wrong, and if you look closely, it seems that both sides have slowed down.

The French were hampered by the large craters that had suddenly been smashed in front of them.

The flanks of the allied forces on the road to Rome had to slow down, because the sudden battle on Mount Appio really surprised many!

A group of cavalry marched quickly on the hills, and the gorgeous armor made the knight running at the front stand out unusually obviously, and when he came to the bottom of the hill, he looked at the smoke that was still billowing on the top of the mountain, and his face full of slightly grayish yellow beard couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

The knight angrily asked the people around him, but no one could answer him, and just as he was about to ask again, a puff of smoke from the side of Mount Appio caught his attention.

"Who's that?" The knight pointed to the smoke that was rapidly spreading towards the clearing that separated the two sides: "Do we have any of us going to fight the French alone?" ”

"My lord, everyone is waiting for your orders," said one of the servants, but then he opened his mouth in some astonishment, for he found that the army that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere had not only rushed into the clearing, but was rapidly approaching the French army.

"Is that guy drunk, the French will trample them into a pile of mud."

The knight shouted angrily, and he tried to send someone to stop the fool who wanted to be in the limelight, but his herald had not yet set out, and a high-pitched cry was already faintly heard.

The knight listened carefully, and even took off his helmet to hear clearly, and then he repeated in a low voice with the shout:

"In the name of the Archbishop of Genoa?"

The knight looked in amazement at the army that had suddenly rushed into the clearing, although the formation was so thin that it could be broken with a single charge, and when he saw the tree shield badge on the banner in front of him, the knight's face immediately became gloomy.

"Della Roverere?"

The knight's slightly yellow brows furrowed, he had never expected to see the army of the Rovere family on the battlefield outside Rome.

At this time, Konstantin was panting and looking anxiously at the French, but before he could find Sharron, a man dressed as a servant had already run towards them.

When he saw the eagle serpent mark that was obvious from his chest, Konstantin's heart sank.

"Sforza!"

He muttered to himself.